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We had completely different tastes in TV shows. "Netflix and chill" becomes stressful when it starts out with a genre one of the partners detests.
Worst reasons you ended a relationship
- Thread starter 2021Murder
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My reasons for breaking it off were always good reasons.
But getting back together? That night by the Arkansas river.....
But getting back together? That night by the Arkansas river.....
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he dyed his hair pink and started acting like a future rapist
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Forget the rapist part- That alone should be enough grounds to justify any divorce or separation.
MysticMisty
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My then-boyfriend got a MMO for Christmas (not WoW, this was two years before it launched), which he subsequently dedicated almost all of his free time on. This was a problem because we attended different high schools, so our main method of communication was on the internet, and his dad wouldn't allow him online past 5 pm. I tolerated it for a while, I didn't want to be "the girlfriend who whines when her boyfriend does stuff by himself" and he just got the game. I know when I get a new game I dedicate a lot of free time to it, too.
By the time March rolled around however he was still on it all the time. I was lucky if he spoke to me for five minutes each day, when he was signing out of the computer for the day. During these brief periods of contact I tried to arrange days he could play and days when he'd spend at least one hour with me so we could hold proper conversations again. He refused. I had enough and started calling out his addiction, he'd get mad and accuse me of being "the girlfriend who whines when her boyfriend does stuff by himself".
Mid-late March we had a huge fight over the game and I broke it off because he found it completely unreasonable that he should spend more than five minutes a day talking to someone he claimed he loved. During this I said he didn't really love me, and he said I was out of line for accusing him of such a thing.
After that we didn't talk for a great many months. When he did start talking to me again, it was to tell me that he'd realized he was, in fact, gay, and that he was never in love with me. Y'know, like I said.
By the time March rolled around however he was still on it all the time. I was lucky if he spoke to me for five minutes each day, when he was signing out of the computer for the day. During these brief periods of contact I tried to arrange days he could play and days when he'd spend at least one hour with me so we could hold proper conversations again. He refused. I had enough and started calling out his addiction, he'd get mad and accuse me of being "the girlfriend who whines when her boyfriend does stuff by himself".
Mid-late March we had a huge fight over the game and I broke it off because he found it completely unreasonable that he should spend more than five minutes a day talking to someone he claimed he loved. During this I said he didn't really love me, and he said I was out of line for accusing him of such a thing.
After that we didn't talk for a great many months. When he did start talking to me again, it was to tell me that he'd realized he was, in fact, gay, and that he was never in love with me. Y'know, like I said.
WarJams
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Bitch threw the dead birds in my freezer away.
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There was a 6 month long train worker strike where I lived, so my wife who worked in London could not commute, and not feeling very good with myself one evening, I mentioned divorce because I was sick of my wife not coming home, and got jealous of her stopping at my gay friends flat in London, which was my idea... (I was a total fucking idiot), and then she just said OK then, done... That will stay with me the rest of my life... Admittedly there was other shit going on, like I put myself into the Priory for addiction issues, but she didn't bat an eye, then I said that off the cuff, and boom, Divorce. I got served on April first too, which I always half laff/half cry thinking about it.
Edit: she did cheat on me too, but not with gay guy, and I was a cunt. That is the worst. Being an addict is the worst.
Worst reason is always somebody falling into addiction and fucking it up.
Edit 2: Anyone want a hug?
Edit: she did cheat on me too, but not with gay guy, and I was a cunt. That is the worst. Being an addict is the worst.
Worst reason is always somebody falling into addiction and fucking it up.
Edit 2: Anyone want a hug?
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The other party was going to ghost me without ending it herself if I let her.
I reconciled with someone that I know for a long while and had a falling out with, and entered an intimate relationship with her. Not a formal boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, just "intimate"-- because historically, I've only attracted ladies in dire dry spells. It was like that because she expressed lack of certainty over us being able to formally be such, because she was worried about her raging sexual urges and what her parents would think (despite her mother giving the OK by the time we had the original falling out and despite even her not thinking much about her father's position, given his passivity). Despite this, during the relationship, she would consistently talk about marrying me and taking up my last name (and only my last name), having children with me, and having sex with me. She would also rope me into talking about various hypothetical marriage scenarios. We'd arrange dates fairly frequently and she even arranged a double date. She frequently attempted to bargain to push back the ending time of our dates-- one time, I intended to get to work about half an hour to an hour earlier than I usually did, but I got to our meeting place late and we needed to find a new place to meet because of parking. Despite sacrificing some of my lead time, and despite her setting a timer for the last few minutes, she repeatedly tried pushing my departure time back so she could continue getting handsy with me and I ended up getting to work "on time". It wasn't that I didn't want to be properly boyfriend/girlfriend, but she insisted that she wasn't sure about it, so I settled for the stated understanding of our relationship, especially since I figured everything she did and said piled up to her overblowing her fears. Meanwhile, she told all her friends that we were boyfriend and girlfriend... specifically when I wasn't around.
She also wanted to seek counseling for a few concerns, but was actively putting it off because she feared that the clarity she would achieve would lead to her breaking up and disassociating with me. I consistently encouraged her to do it anyways, partly because everything she did and said led me to be optimistic and believe that she was blowing her fears out of proportion. At various times she would ask me if I'd be mad and/or sad if she came out of her counseling deciding that we needed to break up; I would tell her that the question was irrelevant, but I wanted her to be clear on why she would decide that, if she did.
She did go for counseling, and I took off work early to meet up with her so she could tell me that not only did she figure that we shouldn't be lovers, and that we shouldn't even be friends, but that she decided this at the very start of our reconciled relationship. For a month, we had a date that would happen two days from then, we were confirming the details the night before, and even then she was asking the same "would you be mad..." question. I attempted to talk through why did she didn't want to associate with me at all, because the reason she gave for not wanting to go out was understandable but I did value our general friendship; she repeatedly acknowledged that we could be friends just fine but then rattled off some mealy-mouthed crap about "purity".
Anyways, we still did the date (I wasn't paying so I didn't really care), she even remarked it went better than she expected, I tried to convince her to at least give friendship a chance, she reluctantly agreed only to get handsy with me pretty much the rest of the times I saw her (not that I helped), and then when we had a talk about it again I realized that literally none of her rationales made sense and were frankly borderline schizophrenic-- it was a problem to be friends with me because "purity" but she could be friends with a girl she outright had sex with because she wasn't actually attracted to her. She considered our relationship "tainted" because of an incident that happened several years back that wasn't nearly as much as the aforementioned full-on sex, but that didn't taint the other friendship.
Meanwhile, she did everything that she did, and even had me visit her parents to have a tense (for me, anyways) conversation about ground rules for dating their daughter. Even her mother called me, trying to figure out what happened, because the girl seemed so happy with me.
That conversation was never resolved, and-- partly because I wanted to keep shop in my interior life-- I resolved to finalize the breakup about two weeks later. Among other things, I sat for at least three minutes waiting for her to explain what sense it made for her to feel that we couldn't be friends or lovers because "purity" but if I met a specific requirement, then we could be lovers.
I somewhat reluctantly broke it off for certain, there-- "somewhat" because I still couldn't believe that I had to deal with the one person who couldn't just engage in relationships they clearly wanted to engage in and were fully invested in.
She also wanted to seek counseling for a few concerns, but was actively putting it off because she feared that the clarity she would achieve would lead to her breaking up and disassociating with me. I consistently encouraged her to do it anyways, partly because everything she did and said led me to be optimistic and believe that she was blowing her fears out of proportion. At various times she would ask me if I'd be mad and/or sad if she came out of her counseling deciding that we needed to break up; I would tell her that the question was irrelevant, but I wanted her to be clear on why she would decide that, if she did.
She did go for counseling, and I took off work early to meet up with her so she could tell me that not only did she figure that we shouldn't be lovers, and that we shouldn't even be friends, but that she decided this at the very start of our reconciled relationship. For a month, we had a date that would happen two days from then, we were confirming the details the night before, and even then she was asking the same "would you be mad..." question. I attempted to talk through why did she didn't want to associate with me at all, because the reason she gave for not wanting to go out was understandable but I did value our general friendship; she repeatedly acknowledged that we could be friends just fine but then rattled off some mealy-mouthed crap about "purity".
Anyways, we still did the date (I wasn't paying so I didn't really care), she even remarked it went better than she expected, I tried to convince her to at least give friendship a chance, she reluctantly agreed only to get handsy with me pretty much the rest of the times I saw her (not that I helped), and then when we had a talk about it again I realized that literally none of her rationales made sense and were frankly borderline schizophrenic-- it was a problem to be friends with me because "purity" but she could be friends with a girl she outright had sex with because she wasn't actually attracted to her. She considered our relationship "tainted" because of an incident that happened several years back that wasn't nearly as much as the aforementioned full-on sex, but that didn't taint the other friendship.
Meanwhile, she did everything that she did, and even had me visit her parents to have a tense (for me, anyways) conversation about ground rules for dating their daughter. Even her mother called me, trying to figure out what happened, because the girl seemed so happy with me.
That conversation was never resolved, and-- partly because I wanted to keep shop in my interior life-- I resolved to finalize the breakup about two weeks later. Among other things, I sat for at least three minutes waiting for her to explain what sense it made for her to feel that we couldn't be friends or lovers because "purity" but if I met a specific requirement, then we could be lovers.
I somewhat reluctantly broke it off for certain, there-- "somewhat" because I still couldn't believe that I had to deal with the one person who couldn't just engage in relationships they clearly wanted to engage in and were fully invested in.
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Flipping heck... Ouch but also tone it down a bit... So sorry for that, but that is hard to read...
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She ate her peas one at a time.
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She went through a full lifestyle change following some dumb advice from her friends. You know, "Ya gotta change every 7 years!"
Mostly normal, regular woman to new age vegan "Earth Goddess", then she tried to rope me in as well. Good riddance.
Mostly normal, regular woman to new age vegan "Earth Goddess", then she tried to rope me in as well. Good riddance.
Why'd you want to stick your dick in crazy?
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It wasn't "stab-you-in-the-diaphragm" crazy, so I couldn't pick up on it, and I was too optimistic and generally inexperienced to pick up on, let alone make sense of, her contradictive attitude.
But I was also dumb. After the first fallout, one of my friends told me that she didn't know what she wanted. Another friend, that was the initial liaison for getting us back together, was himself wary because he found her incomprehensible in her desires and reservations. I chalked that up to not having the intimate understanding I had of her, but... up to that point, he was the only person between the two of us actually seeing her in person and talking longform about this with her.
They were both more right than they could imagine. At least one of them, anyways.
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Had a friend pretend to become Christian for reading a Christian manga I had laying around. I was suspicious of it, and the nit kept up the like for something liks a year and a half. When she finally screwed up and confessed the truth I dumped her soiled ass like an AIDS infected diaper belonging to a lolcow and never looked back. She might actually read this post some day too.
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My last relationship was like that movie Forest Gump. She was a whore and I was retardêd.
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All he would fucking listen to is fucking nickleback and five finger death punch
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Pretending to be a Christian to keep a dick, lol. That's hilarious and ironic.
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As far as our families are aware, we're still together, and she's still alive.
I really should get around to telling her parents about the gators, but then they might stop sending us those amazing apple pies every month.
I really should get around to telling her parents about the gators, but then they might stop sending us those amazing apple pies every month.
Guts Gets Some
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What if you've always just been on the receiving end? 
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Let one go because I believe in the saying "You never get together with your first love." She was a good person, but I felt that in the long run, it would be best to leave it behind before it got worse, because I felt that as much as she adored me, there were things about me and her that wouldn't work out, and she was running on something that was too idealistic; I was not exactly in the best moment to have a relationship, and I didn't want to know how she would be like if she inevitably had a spat. Plus, it didn't help that she was turning to capeshit before the whole SJW infiltration and Comicsgate. She didn't come out an SJW thankfully, but she also had tried to pull a "let's share interests together" bit. If there is one thing I didn't like about our relationship, it would be that.
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I guess this was just the sort of "last straw"-thing, but still. Dumb reason.
He kept snoozing one day.
It was a weekend. I got up and went about my day. He asked me to wake him again in like 15 minutes, so I did. He wanted to sleep a bit more, asked for 20 minutes more. Alright, woke him again 20 minutes later. He asked to wake him again in like 10 minutes, I woke him up again.
Etc.
I honestly can't remember how many times I woke him up. It probably wasn't cartoonishly many, but still quite some times.
When he finally got his ass out of bed, he whined that he thought I should have been more assertive, so he hadn't wasted half his day.
What did he expect? "Get out of bed right this instance, young man!" kind of stuff?
It felt like he wanted me to mother him, so thank you, next.
He kept snoozing one day.
It was a weekend. I got up and went about my day. He asked me to wake him again in like 15 minutes, so I did. He wanted to sleep a bit more, asked for 20 minutes more. Alright, woke him again 20 minutes later. He asked to wake him again in like 10 minutes, I woke him up again.
Etc.
I honestly can't remember how many times I woke him up. It probably wasn't cartoonishly many, but still quite some times.
When he finally got his ass out of bed, he whined that he thought I should have been more assertive, so he hadn't wasted half his day.
What did he expect? "Get out of bed right this instance, young man!" kind of stuff?
It felt like he wanted me to mother him, so thank you, next.